Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the
All foreign (?), fiends on the backlot
Back alley Bronson always up a mad plot
The shit that have us laid in Benzes a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the spot
leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is the cash drop
Then take the paper, distribute to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, out the fan's style (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them styles
I'll the floor up with your face like a ShamWow
Hands down, one
260 combined, to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the rate
Bronsolini 'em how to hold a 9 straight
Yo, get off the man's P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the or my chick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P
Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the fold up
I like my big-body like an old truck
With their waists inches like the cold cuts
Been at the bottom of the sea, but I rose up
first, my voice is known to curl a honey's toes
Serve a of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy,
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A dirty scoundrel like Steve Martin
so good, Fiend Weekly just three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, blow trees through East
Just put me in a cage in the basement, I'm
German shift, twist, to bliss
I love it the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, cookin' and converted it
Dutch leaf, third of it, it up, murder it